Remnants of the Earth

The small whimper brought him back to his senses, though he was still too out of it to realize what "tail" could mean. He rolled to his side carefully while holding Kay, consequently leaving her on her side with her back to him. When done, he felt something on his side that was facing the ceiling, and looking, saw a large cat tail hanging on him. Oh. Ooooh.

He had landed on top of her tail and hadn't noticed at all. Shit. At least it was free now, though Kit wasn't sure how easily tail bones could break or fracture. He'd better ask to make sure. Rolling her over to face him would cause her tail more pain, so he decided to leave her as is.

"I apologize."

Talking was still uncomfortable, so he didn't want to do it more than necessary. Since one arm of his was trapped between them after helping her roll, he gently moved his free arm to touch her tail. He prodded very carefully with his thumb, checking for any signs that a bone was out of place.

"How are you?"

Her reaction was a sigh, but nothing else. She was not surprised by the excitable voice calling her even as it moved closer. Felix always seemed to appear when she made plans revolving around him. Did her thoughts summon him? Of course, he'd burst in at other times as well, so she supposed it was more due to his need to bother her than any sort of power she might have.

What she did not expect was for him to drag some girl into her line of sight and declare her to be a new band member.

She gave him a "what the hell, did you bring a person into my suite?" look before glancing over at the girl. Sure enough, Kotone had probably seen her on the scene, and the name Ragna rang more than a few bells. Had she been good at what she did? Kotone thought she might have. If she was, that might excuse Felix for just up and deciding to include her on his own. ...Even if it was his band and he did things like this all the time. Dammit.

"Kotone," she introduced lazily.

It was rather redundant, since Felix had shouted her name as he came in, but she could care less right now. She slowly moved herself up into a sitting position, pulling her black tank top back down to her waist and smoothing her blue shorts as she went. She hated for people, especially new people, to see her in this disarrayed state. Her hair was swinging past her shoulders and probably looked like a nest. She smoothed it self-consciously and stood up.

Ragna's, or rather Sophia's, breathing finally caught her attention. Kotone looked back at her band-mate.

"You forced her to take the stairs, didn't you?"

Well, if you happen to make Aliana, I have a a character in Teiner named Jael. She's part of a hunting/gathering team, and I think it'd be awesome to have her know someone that can fix up her weapons.

There was one color Kotone enjoyed most: Pink. It was not suitable for decorating a penthouse space though, unless she wanted it to look like Valentine's Day had thrown up all over her place. Instead, she opted for some classy golds, blacks, and rich brown woods. It might have looked a little outdated—she had been told it looked reminiscent of 19th century interior design—but Kotone found it to be relaxing and cathartic.

She was currently in the main room, sprawled across a black leather couch with a couple ribbons in her hand. Her hands scrubbed through her hair to relieve her scalp from the buns they had been in. As the large TV across the room murmured some show she wasn't watching, she flopped onto her back with her hair spread out around her head.

It was one of her rare down times, where she spent a couple hours doing nothing. Later on she'd practice her singing, and after that maybe she should make some extra dinner to take down to her band mate, Felix. Sometimes, she'd swear that he ate candy and doughnuts for every meal. He could do with some beef stew, and she could do with some company to chase her self-depreciation away. Besides, she did live in the same building, so she might as well be a good neighbor.

Not now though. Right now, she was going to zone out for a while and forget that she had any problems or responsibilities. She closed her eyes and flung her arms over her head, stretching until she touched both ends of the couch before she relaxed into the cushions.

It—He? His voice was deeper than expected—looked even smaller close up, and having to look almost directly down wasn't doing much for Llyr's head, never mind his vision. He heard the command the little lizard gave, along with the insult, but he was too dizzy to argue. He carefully backed up to the nearby wall and slouched against it before sliding down, both hands on the vertical surface to slow his descent.

Even sitting flat on the floor, he was fairly tall. He had never measured, but he estimated himself to still be almost three feet. However, he was shorter than the medic now, so reaching his head should pose no problem.

"Technically, a warm-blooded amphibian," he corrected.

It wasn't important, but he felt the need to say it anyway. Odd that most species should think him some sort of fish just because he was born in water and preferred it to mate. Maybe people simply didn't study ancient animal species as much as they used to? He had never bothered to ask.

Llyr sighed and closed his eyes, rubbing at the side of his face again. The little spots had turned into blotches, and even when he closed his eyes, they burst like bright, colorful fireworks on the insides of his lids. He hated injuries. That was one reason he never chose to fight and instead negotiated or flirted his way out of trouble.

He wasn't really sure whether he was supposed to tell the medic the reason for the injury or not. Was it really pertinent in this situation? Besides, his story would likely clash with what everyone else said, since he was holding out on the intentional-head-bashing-by-crazy-ex-lover excuse.

So, instead of giving some far-fetched reason for his injury, Llyr simply pointed to the area of his head that the pain was radiating from and then attempted to relax. His blank eyes stared at the far wall as he tried, unsuccessfully, to banish the splashes of color overtaking his sight.

Pink was an excellent color, in her opinion. This was the reason that Kotone sat on a bar stool, having just started on a virgin pink flamingo cocktail. It was made of lemon, cranberry and pineapple juice, with a generous splash of club soda. In Synesthesia, this drink was poured into a tall glass with ice. Delicious, sweet, and pink; that was important.

She had on her usual assortment of black and pink clothing, this time a black half-sleeve shirt with a v-neck and black mini-skirt, both with pink designs. She'd also worn black boots with bright pink laces. Just for the heck of it, she'd thrown on some rounded glasses, bracelets, and anklets that blinked multiple colors. The glasses were resting on her head, since they weren't meant for looking through because of their bright lights.

She wasn't joining in the crowd just yet. Though the DJ was good, whoever she was, Kotone had come to watch and listen this time. When the DJ exited the stage they announced her name, Starglow, and another DJ took her place.

The music that started up had a different ambiance from before, with more of an electronica feel and less bass. She shrugged and turned back to her drink, sipping from the glass. It was still pretty good, though the DJ didn't seem quite as exuberant as Starglow. In this business, people really needed to feel your passion, or else they wouldn't care about how good you were.

Bright colors brought her out of her musings, and she caught the previous DJ coming up to the bar. Well, how about that. She was pretty recognizable, with her pale figure covered in contrastingly colorful glow sticks. Considering for a moment, Kotone took another sip before commenting.

"You seemed chipper up there."

She didn't turn her head, leaving it facing towards the bar as she gently swirled her glass around in one hand. However, she did move her eyes to take a good look at the girl. Kotone wanted to see how she reacted when not on stage.

The halls looked a lot wavier today, or perhaps it was all in his head. Or his vision, whichever. Llyr couldn't believe something had come down on him that hard. He was generally built sturdier than the average human, and could take punches and random stabbings pretty well. Hm, should he have hired himself off as muscle instead? No, he really had no fighting skills to speak of.

His poor reflexes were probably the reason he was now wobbly making his way down the corridors to the medical bay where, apparently, the medic had finally settled in. Llyr certainly hoped so. He was getting a massive headache from... whatever is was that had smashed him upside the head. Others maintained that it was debris from the little ship they had been taking apart. Someone had stupidly left a piece dangling loose, so that when Llyr started shifting the parts below it, it had fallen and hit him.

He didn't buy that. Someone had to have hit him purposely. No way gravity could have as much force as a careless coworker. ...Or an enraged lover. One or the other.

Regardless, it was incredibly hard for him to think to deeply in his state, so to the medical bay he went. Luckily, he'd been able to deny his need for any escort and leave before the real symptoms had started in. He was starting to see little spots in his vision and everything.

He slowly slid his dark body around a corner and saw the door he needed in the hall before him.

"Finally," he murmured.

He rubbed a long, delicate hand along the side of his effeminate face, the other arm across his torso in a comforting self-hug. He reached the door and removed his arm hug to let himself in. He carefully put one foot in at a time, lowering his head a bit to fit in the door frame without injuring himself yet again. He should have removed his platform sandals, but it would have made only a small difference. Besides, he really did enjoy wearing them.

For a moment after he entered the room, Llyr didn't notice anyone. Was the new medic off doing something else? Before he could begin to imagine the terror that was waiting hours with a large headache, he saw movement from the corner of his eye. Thinking it might have been the spot in his vision playing tricks on him, he removed the hand from the side of his face and looked down, focusing his blind-seeming blue eyes to notice a small... lizard thing.

Well, like he hadn't seen odder? The lizard, for he didn't know what else to classify it as, never having met any other of his species, was quite short. No wonder Llyr had missed him before. He thought he'd had to look down at people before. This man—or woman?—was as tall as a human child.

He hadn't seen this person around before. Was he the new medic? Considering the size of the medical bay, which was small, Llyr figured he had to have been spotted by now.

"Pardon me." The spots were in full force, dancing across his vision and making it hard to focus. "I don't suppose you could check me for signs of a concussion?"

What? Who? What cookies? >>
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-noms quietly-

I wasn't gonna wake up at 4am to remind you to take two cookies. I probably would have forgotten why I woke up in the first place. ^^;

"Agreed."

Casey walked slowly about the room, examining the core before turning his thoughts outward.

"So, what's this thing distributing to right now? And how much to each system? I got a basic idea, like how much is being poured into the engines and such. Still, I think it'd be good to know how much is going into the other systems too, like life support, navigation, and all that other good stuff."

If they could figure out how much was going into each system, they could better figure out how to reroute some power from places it wasn't needed into other areas, and maybe make the whole process more efficient while they were at it. From what Casey had seen, this core was probably capable of recycling about 60% of its used energy to utilize again. That would give Orias some more power to work with, especially with the new weapons he was trying to integrate.

Man, where did this guy pick up such good materials? Scratch that, he didn't wanna know. Besides, it was probably more due to Orias's skills at assembling random materials that the ship turned out the way it did.

Deciding on a better path for the energy to take--and building that path--would probably fix up this ship just the way his new customer wanted.

Dawwww. -waves- ;___; We miss you already. However, I totally forgot to give you the leftover cookies am glad I could test my baking skills again.